Saturday, Becca and I were out and about accomplishing various tasks -- post office (which was an experience in itself and probably deserves its own post), Christmas shopping, and of course, the grocery store. This week we are hosting all the managers that work at Andy's company for Christmas dinner. I have made turkey the past several years and we wondered if they were getting sick of it. He asked them and one of the managers piped up that he would like something else. But since that meeting, we have heard rumors that everyone except that person wanted turkey. Because that manager was older and respected, no one contradicted him. Andy, being the blunt-American that he is, asked everyone to vote who DID want turkey (to which most people said yes). I had thought that I would get out of making a turkey, but due to popular demand, I will be making turkey AND another meat. Ok, that was a crazy-long-digression about why I was even on the hunt for a turkey! In previous years, I have found the turkey on the other side of the city (home of all the import stores). But Izumiya, my Japanese grocery store that I love has come through for me again. They had 2 turkeys and I bought the larger of the 2. I thought this was the perfect opportunity since B and I had e-biked and I wouldn't have to lug the 15-pound bird the couple blocks home. However, we had done some other shopping which left us having to figure out where to put the bird so it would not fall or slide off the e-bike in the transit.
Can you guess where it is? I will give you a clue.... it is NOT in either of the bags.
It took Becca and I several tries to get it in. After we did, we danced and around and rejoiced in the bike parking lot. I am sure that others were amused by the crazy foreigners.
To top off the story, our e-bike was just about out of power (which of course, I didn't discover until we were en route). Once before when this happened, I made Becca get off and run beside the bike as we went up a small incline. Another time it completely died and I had to push it home. Thankfully, this time we had enough power to get home. But I did have to Fred-Flintstone it to make it across an intersection in enough time. Then I had to explain to B who Fred Flintstone is and why I was calling it that.
And this is why even just going to the grocery store can be an adventure.....
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